How Slowly One Comes To

It Is Curious How Any Making Of Order Makes One Feel Mentally Ordered, Ordered Inside.

Unless The Gentle Inherit The Earth, / There Will Be No Earth.

Self-respect Is Nothing To Hide Behind. When You Need It Most It Isn't There.

The Trouble Is, Old Age Is Not Interesting Until One Gets There. It's A Foreign Country With An Unknown Language To The Young And Even To The Middle-aged.

The Woman Who Needs To Create Works Of Art Is Born With A Kind Of Psychic Tension In Her Which Drives Her Unmercifully To Find A Way To Balance, To Make Herself Whole. Every Human Being Has This Need: In The Artist It Is Mandatory. Unable To Fulfill It, He Goes Mad. But When The Artist Is A Woman She Fulfills It At The Expense Of Herself As A Woman.